My hands gripped the cold metal of the balcony railing while looking out over the dazzling lights of Paris contemplating my feelings. Charlotte had come back from spending the day with the girls so happy she was almost floating. Sienna’s friend, Yvette, offered Charlotte a job being a backstage photographer for her next collection. She was so excited. She even went on and on about some hot Spanish guy that had visited Sienna at the boutique. Fuck, I forgot that Sebastien was coming back into town.
Tonight when Sienna emerged from the second car I totally lost the ability to speak. She was wearing a black, lace dress that plunged down nearly to her navel. The length of the dress was almost illegal; there was no way in the world she would be able to bend over in that thing. Thankfully I wasn’t seated directly across from her at the table, otherwise I’d probably end up pulling her into the bathroom and ripping the damn dress off her.
Vanessa had organized tonight’s dinner at the Michelin star restaurant in the middle of the Eiffel Tower; it was one she had always wanted to visit. The views over Paris were spectacular. It was a romantic setting but instead of spending it with a hot date, I had to share it with my boys plus The Sons of Brooklyn guys; one big cozy, dysfunctional family dinner. The only thing to sour the taste of the delicious meal was that I had to watch Blake flirt with Charlotte all night. That little punk better stay away from her otherwise he is going to feel my fist in his face.
Noticing Sienna standing away from the group in a secluded alcove looking out over the city, I wondered what she was thinking about. Hopefully it wasn’t Sebastien. Fuck, she’s beautiful standing there in that dress. All I want to do is peel it off her body.
“You okay?” I ask, startling her.
“Paris is beautiful. Maybe after the tour, I might move here, I’ve always dreamed of living in Paris.”
This news shocked me; I assumed she would come back to LA with Vanessa. Shit, she’s single she has no one holding her back.
“Charlotte will be happy,” I responded, giving her a weak smile.
“You sure? I don’t want you to assume I’m using her,” Sienna snapped, her jade green eyes flashing fire at me.
“About this morning, I’m sorry,” I apologize, placing my hand over hers giving it a squeeze. The sparks I felt between us were electrifying. I knew she felt them too as she looked at our hands and then into my eyes.
Pulling her hand away and looking out over the city, she whispered, “I thought you knew me.”
“You’re right, I just … I don’t know, there’s something about you Sienna that scares the shit out of me.”
Finally, her eyes meet mine again.
“Did you get my present?” This afternoon I made sure that a box, filled with the most exquisite underwear from Agent Provocateur , was left on her bed. I wanted to make up for all the panties I had destroyed.
Sienna blushed, “Thank you for that, it was a beautiful surprise.”
At least she was smiling again.
Leaning in a little closer to me she whispered, “I’m wearing some of it now.”
Biting my lip I let out a groan. Oh, no she didn’t just tease me with that. Mentally flicking through the items I had purchased, I wondered what she had on. I was hoping it was the red lace set, no, no, not under that dress; it has to be the navy set.
“Really?”
She turned once again to look out over the city; I could see a smile forming on her lips.
Was she flirting with me? I stood there watching her for a moment; my palm twitching to touch her again. I needed to know what she had on underneath. Maybe just a taste, that couldn’t hurt could it? Moving in close towards her, she gasps as I press myself against her, pushing her into the metal rail. My lips tracing along her neck; it’s been way too long. I run my hand down the side of her body feeling her curves. My fingers skim the tops of her thighs where the hem of her dress falls. Sienna’s breathing quickens as my hands roam her body.
I waited a moment to see if she would protest before I continued my exploration. There was nothing but silence and our heavy breathing surrounding us. My fingers dip down between her legs skimming her heated center, tugging the sides of her g-string, I give it a quick flick, the material snapping against her skin.
“I hope you think of me when you wear them?”
As my fingers dip between her thighs again putting pressure against her with my knuckle, I can feel her heat against me.
“Evan,” she pants.
I let my finger slip underneath the thin fabric, lightly caressing her outer folds. “Do you realize how hard I was after choosing all that underwear, Sienna?” I let my fingers slip further, penetrating her wet center. “Each item reminded me of the ones I ripped off,” I breathe, into her ear while slowly moving my fingers back and forth through her slickness. “It reminded me of you on top, riding me, my mouth on your nipples, sucking them, biting them. Do you remember, Sienna?”
Sienna groaned.
My lips trail down her neck, her grip tightening on the rail with each thrust of my fingers inside of her. Tiny moans are coming from her, each one of them undoing me. “Do you remember, Sienna?” My fingers curl inside her, my thumb playing over her clit, her whole body starts to shake.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“You’re so beautiful, Sienna. I want you to turn around so I can watch you come.” I tell her.
Shakily, she turns around in my arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes lustfully glazed. My lips touch hers softly, my fingers find her core again. Our kiss is heating up, our tongues dueling, her hands moving up to lock around my neck and pulling me in closer to her. Sienna moans into my mouth as she comes around my fingers, shaking in my arms.
Blinking, she looks around realizing for the first time exactly where she is. I slowly withdraw my fingers from her heat as I grab the side of her G-string and pull it, snapping the delicate lace. I raise my hand and bring my fingers up to my mouth sucking her wetness off of them.
“Evan,” Sienna squeals.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your taste,” I growl, licking her clean from my fingers.
She looks shocked as her now shredded G-string clings from my hand before I place it into my breast pocket. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you go out on a date with another man, Sienna; especially wearing underwear meant for me.”
She is silent for a moment, before I notice her face turning red.
“How fucking dare you,” she whisper yells, pushing me away from her.
“You sat there all night flirting with that waitress and now have the nerve to have a go at me about meeting up with Sebastien tonight.”
Shrugging at her, because there is no logic to my madness when I am around her, Sienna starts to pace back and forth. “He’s a friend, Evan.”
I don’t care who he is.
“Don’t forget you’re here to work, not meet men.”
As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to stuff them right back inside. For fuck’s sake, the girl just let me finger bang her on top of the Eiffel Tower.
“Fuck you.” Sienna spits at me. Fair call on her part, I have to say.
Turning on her heel, she starts to walk away.
Grabbing her arm, I had to change tact.
“Thanks for hanging out with Charlotte today.”
Sienna’s flushed face turns towards me, the frown slowly disappearing.
“I’m glad I could help her out, I like Charlotte. Just don’t think I’m not still pissed at you, Evan. You have been an ass lately.”
“She’s your biggest fan.”
Sienna just shrugs.
“I’m sorry, for being an ass,” I apologize, breathing out a long breath. “About this morning, Sienna, I didn’t mean to …” I ran my hand over my head as I was lost for words. Apologizing sucks.
“Charlotte told me today that a lot of girls like to use her to get to you, so I get the protective big brother routine.”
It was true, it has happened many times in the past and every single time I fall for it.
“But when it comes to me seeing other men, we both agreed to it.”
Looking at her, I couldn’t deny she was right. I fucking hated it.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just …” I couldn’t finish as my words wouldn’t come.
Shaking my thoughts out of my head I tried to change the subject to something a little less feelings based.
“Charlotte is excited about the fashion show shoot,” I say, letting my hand brush her cheek.
“No worries at all, Evan, friends help out friends.”
Fuck, she was putting me in the ‘friends’ box. How the fuck do I keep fucking things up with his woman.
“I’m surprised you haven’t asked her to join the tour. It would be great experience taking photos of you guys backstage, plus the fans would love it. It would also look good in her portfolio.”
My eyes widen, seriously why the hell hadn’t I thought about that before. Sienna is a genius. I take her face in my hands and give her a kiss on the lips.
“Not only are you beautiful, but you’re a fucking genius. I have to find her and ask her to stay on tour with us.”
I let go of her face and push myself away from the railings. I had to find my sister.
“No, Evan, wait,” Sienna calls after me.
Ignoring her, I race back towards the restaurant where everyone is now scattered around the viewing level of the Eiffel Tower. There, in the corner, I see Blake and Charlotte chatting and laughing, their body language speaking volumes. No, no, no.
“Hey, what’s going on here,” I call out from behind them. Blake and Charlotte turn towards me in surprise.
“Evan.” Charlotte looks shocked to see me.
“Every single time, Blake, you seem to be hooking up with my employees.” I bellow, my eyes flicking between the two of them. I hear high heels clicking behind me and notice Charlotte’s eyes growing wide at whoever is behind me.
“Evan,” Sienna’s calm voice calls behind me, her hand resting on my arm.
“She’s not an employee,” Blake argues.
“Not yet, but she’s still my sister.”
I see the concern etched on my sister’s face at my words.
“Sienna came up with a brilliant idea that you should be our tour photographer.”
Charlotte’s eyes grow wide, her baby blues bouncing between us all. “Are you serious?”
“I’m sure none of the other boys would mind. It would be great having my baby sister traveling with me for the first time.”
Charlotte leaps into my arms and plants a big kiss on my cheek, before bouncing over to Sienna giving her a hug.
Blake doesn’t look too pleased; but I really didn’t care. I was putting a stop to whatever was happening between Charlotte and him. Raising my eyebrow at Blake, I gave him a smirk of victory. He didn’t look happy at all.
Sienna clutches my arm, pulling me away from them.
“I don’t like what’s going on,” I say waving my hand towards Charlotte and Blake.
“Evan, you need to stop with the big brother stuff. Charlotte’s old enough to do what she wants with whoever she wants.”
Balling my fists as my wild thoughts start running away from me, I bite back, “But what if he sleeps with her then forgets about her. I’ll kill the bastard.”
Sienna starts laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I say, frowning at her. Our conversation was taking place in an alcove away from Blake and Charlotte.
“You.”
I move towards the bench to sit and think. Sienna joins me.
“So I’m funny, huh,” I smirk, giving her shoulder a nudge.
“Watching you get all upset over Blake and Charlotte, it’s sweet.”
I raise my eyebrows at her. I’m not sure I’ve been called sweet before.
“I know what he’s like on tour, I’ve seen him in action,” I reply, balling my fists in my lap.
Sienna’s hand rests on my twitching thigh. “And that is exactly why she won’t do anything,” she tells me, giving my leg a squeeze. “Charlotte told me today when we were shopping she would never date a rock star.”
My heart sinks a little. My sister thinks I am that much of a jerk she wouldn’t want to date someone like me. I hang my head in shame. “Am I that bad?” I ask Sienna.
“Well, every time we have gone out you have had a different woman in your lap.”
I rub my head because she’s right.
“I haven’t slept with any of them, not since you.”
Sienna frowns in disbelief. “Really?”
It was the truth. I had brought them to my bedroom, had even gotten so far as getting naked with some of them but when it came to it; I just couldn’t take it further.
“Because I’ve seen women leave your room.”
“I just couldn’t go through with it,” I whisper. Sienna looks at me strangely then she starts to giggle.
“Evan, it’s okay, most men suffer from erectile dysfunction at some point in their lives. You’re just not as young as you use to be.”
What! What the fuck is she talking about?
Sienna starts to laugh, actually she begins to snort before she bursts out laughing completely. “Your face is priceless, Evan.”
I snatch her hand and place it against the thin material of my suit pants, letting her feel my hardening cock. “Does that feel like I have a problem?”
Sienna’s cheeks burn brightly under my heated touch.